Monday, November 9, 2020

Restacking discs strewn about by some
not-quite-four-year-old’s temper tantrum
that toppled their tower and spread them
disordered across the playroom floor,

carefully placing these wooden coins,
stained red and blue, green and yellow — toys
cut and smoothed to tune small hands and spoils
to earn and lose, cherish and trade — for

now, at least, one atop another:
we realign what may fall over
again into rainbows, forever
arching fleetingly to something more.